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JUNE 15TH 2024

Paul had woken up, after having been away reshooting for a few days, back in his bed, he had quite quickly realised his wife was not next to him in bed as she usually was when he woke up.

At first, he wondered wether she had woken up early with the baby, or had just decided to make breakfast, then he heard retching coming from the bathroom.

He sighed, rubbed the sleep from his eyes and got up from bed, he made his way to the bathroom, which admittedly was only a few steps.

"You alright?" He asked Orla who looked up from the toilet, and shook her head.

"Do you think it's food poisoning? Or a baby?" He asked, they were hardly being very safe when they had sex. "Baby, I've been sick so much recently it's definitely not food poisoning." She replied.

Paul cracked a smile. "I'll get some tests." He told her, Orla gave a grateful nod as she got up from the floor and began to swill her mouth out using tap water.

"I'll get Ivy off to school." Paul added, Orla thanked him and watched as he walked to Ivy'd room.

She walked into the nursery, Polly had acclimated to sleeping in there quite well. Polly was laid on the mattress, looking up at her mother.

"Oh Hello sweet girl." Orla greeted the seven month old who began to coo at her mother's attention. Once Orla had picked the baby up she sat herself down on the floor and began to change her before picking out an outfit for her and then dressing her into it, by the time she made her way downstairs Ivy was finishing up Nutella toast.

"You've got it all over your mouth Ivy." Paul told her, passing her a dampened paper towel, she took it and wiped the Nutella off. "There." The six year old replied.

"We're gonna pop into the shop before school and grab Ivy some snacks to take to school and for her afterschool club." Paul told Orla as he let Polly grab a finger of his and try to naw on it.

"See you later sweetheart." Orla said as Ivy hugged her leg.


Paul returned half an hour later as Orla was sat eating scrambled egg.  "You need a wee?" He asked as he held up two pregnancy test boxes, Orla shook her head. "Let me know when you need one and we can go do them."


An hour and a half later Paul and Orla were sat across from one another, Orla leant against the bathtub and Paul on the toilet as Polly slept in her rocker.

Orla flipped it over and showed it to Paul, who gasped, Orla looked up at him and saw his grin.

"Is it positive?" Orla questioned as she clenched her eyes shut. "It's positive, we're having another baby." Paul grinned, Orla felt as though she was about to burst into tears as Paul hugged her and lifted her up.  "I love you." He repeated as he held her.













JUNE 20TH 2024



billion dollar pussies


orla
morning sickness is a bitch

orla morning sickness is a bitch

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alice
WHAT???

orla
oh i could have sworn i sent that to paul🧍‍♀️

tilly
SO HAPPY FOR YOU

faith
CONGRATULATIONS

faye
AHHHHH
WHEN DID U FIND OHT

orla
five days ago i think i've been
sick for like 3 weeks tho

faith
morning sickness sucks babe
but im so happy for u both!

faye
he is happy abt it right?

orla
yeah he's very excited, he said
it's a chance to do all the cute
early pregnancy stuff we couldn't

tilly
aw bless












GWENTALKS
surprise 🤭

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